Bob Marley ~ Violence, and Ted Bundy

This morning, Marley came to visit me in the car.

“Good morning, Sweetness.  Do you remember our conversation last night?”

And then I did. 

I’ve become a fan of the Channeling Erik blog and check it several times a week.  The most recent series has been an interview with Ted Bundy, serial rapist and killer in his last incarnation.  You can read the entry here: 

http://www.channelingerik.com/channeling-ted-bundy-part-one/

http://www.channelingerik.com/channeling-ted-bundy-part-two/

The interview was really interesting, and it made a lot of intuitive sense to me… but what was really fascinating was the comment conversations attached to the post.  Some people were really bucking against the idea that Ted had a “contract” and that the women he killed had agreed to participate in this scenario before they came into life, in order to provide a learning experience for other people on earth, since the whole thing was publicized.

People were saying things like,

  • “The God that I know would not have someone contract to kill others to experience feelings of death. Such B.S. This guy was of the Devil. And I can’t believe he is walking on any planes of Heaven. He needs to be in Hell and burned out of extinction.”
  • “Was one lesson awareness, protection and self defense ability? That the notion people should be free to go about their business without danger and fear is unrealistically Utopian? That we require such atrocious things to awaken?  Or was it all planned, offender and victim alike? I intensely dislike even considering the latter. I want to believe our souls are far better than this; we need never sign up for the receiving end of such treatment to gain benefit. Sure, a lot was learned but for Bundy to say all the experiences of his victims were felt during his review; was it all so one-sided that dozens of people crossed his putrid path just for his benefit?”
  • “It is similar to the Jack the Ripper channeling in that the ultimate lesson is there should be NO NEED for anyone to come and be evil. All we need is love, understanding and a connection with God. Bundy should not just be excused for what he did, though. But his incarnation points to the apathy of the masses, which causes suffering in itself. “
  • “What happened to him as a baby makes me completely heartsick. I am filled with grief and rage that that could happen to such a new and innocent life. God I hate life as a human! What good is anything if the innocent suffer.”
  • I think this one hit me hardest:  “i feel that mr bundy s actions show god’s justice maybe it was the karma of those women. maybe they accumulated negative karma .”

During meditation last night, Kurt, Marley & I talked about Ted Bundy, and we tied in some of my past life experiences, particularly the very worst memory I’ve faced.  As difficult as it was to look upon these events, it was vitally important for my understanding and progression through the complex processes of learning through incarnation.  Right after sifting through the events surrounding this memory, I progressed to the soul bubbles conversations, and I’ll explain how that happened.  But first, I need to tell you what happened, and I’ll do it as delicately as possible.  It is necessary that I share some of the details.

A couple of weeks ago, Kurt takes my hands in meditation and asks, “Are you ready?”  I nod.  Next moment, there I am, in a cheerleader’s uniform.  It’s red and white, my hair is blond, curled, in a high pony tail, my eyes are blue.  I’m in a beautiful convertible car with my boyfriend, who is handsome and wearing a high school football jacket.  I’m in love, and very happy.  Everything around me screams 1950s, the chrome on the car, the fashion, the shoes, the signs around us.  (That’s important.)

My body is full of adrenaline.  It was game night.  We’re seniors, and off in his car celebrating.  I’m certain he’ll propose soon, though I don’t care if it’s tonight.  Tonight, we’re flying high on victory.  I decide tonight’s the night, and we have sex in his beautiful car.  I am content and happy.

Afterwards, my boyfriend is supposed to drive me home.  He doesn’t.  Instead, we go to an industrial area, like a large warehouse or a military hanger.  He says he wants to show me something.  I trust him, I’m still having a good time.

We go into the building and the rest of the football team walks out.  And then I understand, although I don’t want to believe.  No, he could not have done this to me.

The night ends with this cheerleader’s death.  It was accidental asphyxiation.  It takes me several meditations to be able to really look at what happened that night, and it’s tough for me to write about it now.   God, even looking at red cadillacs gets me shaky.

The first time I looked at this experience, when I came back to my logical brain, I thought, “Wait a minute.  That was the 50s in the deep south.  I was incarnated at this time in my previous life as my father’s grandmother in Germany.  How is this possible?”

And then George begins to show me how we’re not restricted to one soul, one body, one linear time experience.  At first, he showed this to me as my soul leaving my body in Germany, and entering the body of the cheerleader so that her spirit could go to heaven before any of this happened.  (This explanation has evolved as my understanding of soul bubbles expands.) 

She was a gentle spirit, she had lived a sheltered and innocent life.  She had not experienced many incarnations on this plane.  This was part of the horror of her death, that such a terrible thing could happen to someone so untouched by life’s tragedies.  For the people who knew her, they thought the experience must surely have destroyed her soul.

George explains to me that for that soul, it would have been a very long time in healing.  Her soul’s past life history contained no suffering of this type, which is why she was such an attractive person – she radiated light and love.  She only saw the good in people.  She had no concept of evil or ill-will.  This lesson was not one her soul required.

And yet, Kurt takes me above the experience the impact of this event upon the community, how it rippled outward over decades.

This was before DNA testing.  None of the young men involved in the death of this woman was caught.  Her body was found abandoned out of town, and an innocent man was convicted and executed for the crime.  He had a wife and a daughter.  Two of the guilty men (there were 12) committed suicide within 10 years.  They had wives and children who were affected.  One went on to become a serial killer (no it wasn’t Ted.)  Hundreds of people’s lives impacted there.  In observing the lives of the other nine men – several died of heart problems at a young age, due to the spiritual damage they inflicted upon themselves, which reflected in their physical bodies.  One lived to be 90 and never forgot his crime.  He came to accept responsibility for his part in that night shortly before his own death, and he entered heaven a truly humble soul.  Their experience was to live as guilty men. 

My part in the experience was to relieve the soul of the cheerleader the experience of this death in her own soul’s history.  Last night, George showed me how my soul bubble surrounded hers within her body during the experience, and so my soul absorbed the trauma.

That first night of looking upon this experience, I asked Kurt in horror, “Why?  Why would I go out of my way, leave a current incarnation just to absorb yet another rape experience?”  Kurt answers me by sharing a concept, which I will translate into my own words:

You have the capacity to absorb the trauma without harming the integrity of your soul experience.  By the very nature of your accumulated experience, you had the capability of relieving this soul of the heaviest burden of her chosen incarnation.  You returned to your body in Germany after eight hours and fell immediately ill. 

You lay in bed with fever and delirium for twelve days after this experience.  The fever processed the experience, and you returned to your life after that.  Had the original cheerleader’s soul  absorbed the trauma, she would have spent a long time in healing.  As a result of you stepping in, she was able to immediately progress her learning upon her arrival in Heaven.  She was not delayed by trauma.  And this last experience of violence reinforced your incredible spiritual strength.  He shows me a black, volcanic bolder that has absorbed the sun’s rays for many thousands of years, and become charged by its energy.

This is what brings me to post about this experience, in response to the Ted Bundy interview, and the subsequent comments.  Look at his impact upon the world from above, how its effects ripple outward; even now, these events are sparking a spiritual discussion and facilitating learning.

And perhaps the women involved were not being punished for having negative karma.  I don’t believe karma works that way.  Perhaps the suffering of the innocent is more complex, there’s something else there than simply a wrong and horrible event.  Perhaps even, the soul experience of the trauma inflicted upon the women by Ted was not absorbed by the same soul bubble that occupied their bodies prior to their violent deaths.  Perhaps some other soul moved in to spare them that, and to learn from it in their own way.

Understanding how one soul can absorb a particular experience from another body’s life progressed to our conversation about Soul Bubbles.  I never would have gotten there if I hadn’t been shown this memory.

Life is so much more than meets the eye.  We may never in this life understand the impact we have upon the world.

***

As I was puttering around household chores last night, Marley and I chatted amicably.  We talked for a while about feminism.  He said, “I believed, in life, in the sacredness of a woman’s body.  But I did not understand a woman’s experience – I believed I knew, but I understand now, I did not.  That was an expression of my ignorance, my blindness to a woman’s path.”  Then he said, “I almost never cleaned.”  I laughed.

This reminded me of something John said in life (I’m paraphrasing from memory here): When you’re a rock star, everything you do is met with cheers.  You can do the smallest thing and it’s wonderful.  When I am at home with my son, I work all day making this damn bread for dinner, and what do they do?  THEY EAT IT!  I’m lucky if I get a thank you!  No one offers to knight you for all your hard work. 

I always thought that was funny.

I asked Marley & Kurt last night why all of the musicians coming in to talk to me have been male.  In fact, most of my spirit friends are male, including my life-long guide.  Marley replied, “Because the male energy balances with your experience.”  Is it because I’m gay?  Do I have a male energy within that expresses as a gay woman?  He sends me the feeling Sort of and says, “It is not about sexual expression.  Look at the people in your life, the energy that surrounds you.”  I was reminded of John’s delighted observation, “You’re just surrounded by pretty girls, all day long!”  Marley continues, “Your spiritual learning must be in balance with your daily living.  You are surrounded by pretty girls by day, and handsome men by night!”  He throws his head back in laughter.

I do observe this settling affect when I’m talking with “the guys” as I’ve begun to think of them.  There is something calming, balancing about their male energies.  I see his point.  I ask about Sweetie, who has a female spirit guide and a whole female council / sisterhood surrounding and supporting her.  What about her balance?

“We are each given the balancing we require,” Marley chuckles.  Sweetie benefits from the feminine energies.  She needs them, in addition to her male spirit friends.

Marley begins to talk about the male experience on earth, building upon the things Kurt reflected about our culture while he was alive.

The male experience has been one of isolation, ignorance.  You may point to individual monsters like Ted Bundy.  Look from above the earth, look at the collective influence of the male culture.  See how this suffering experienced in the world could not be, if those perpetuating the suffering could experience empathy with those they affect.

The new male experience will be one of empathy.  This is the mantle on the shoulders of male children born into this time.  They will bear this well, they are heaven’s nobility.  Only the strongest incarnate on this plane, now.

This is the change you are seeing with your students (half of my students are male.)  You see how those men in your class are so open, empathetically, to the male impact upon the world, how they feel they must carry the burden of the male influence of the past.  This is the same how many white people feel they must carry the burden of the crimes inflicted upon the world by whites.  (He shows me immigration, land theft, slavery of black people and first nations’ people, oppression of the very poor by the very rich.  This is what I like to call “The Great White Guilt”.) 

You carry the burden of genetic memory, being white, and the burden of (shows me WWII) as your family was on both sides of the war.  (True, my mother’s family includes pilots who dropped bombs upon the city where my father’s parents lived.  My paternal grandfather was a member of the Hitler youth, and to this day carries a great pride in Germany.  Further back in our family tree are Vikings, notorious invaders.  My father takes great pride in his Viking heritage.)

Your responsibility, as you carry your burdens through life, is to contribute to the re-balancing of the earth.  This is why you take up this thread in the great tapestry of the planet’s ever-weaving history.  (This was all shown to me visually, so I’m paraphrasing.  It’s also meant to show criss-crossing timelines, history changing.)

It is also understanding, while you stand in privilege in this life, you bent under oppression in your past.  (He refers to another past life memory of mine being a black woman aboard a slaver’s ship, sick, shackled to a long chain that was attached to an anchor and thrown overboard.)

The burden of being born male, and shouldering the history of many thousands of years of imbalance between the male and female expressions on this earth, is so heavy some men coming into life may feel they will be crushed.  You will see a great shift in the culture of men.

(The rest of this is shown in feelings and “knowledge drop”) 

Be kind to each other.  Help each other.  Know this change is to restore balance to the earth, and not to shift the power balance to women in the manner men held this power for centuries.  This will be difficult for many people, male or female.

Last night, Sweetie asked Marley what he thought of Jamaica now, specifically the political oppression, the violence.  Marley replies by passing me whole concepts, which I’ll attempt to wrap in words:

Jamaica, like the whole world, is experiencing the violence of extreme poverty.  Poverty is a terrible form of violence.  Being poor is different than being oppressed in poverty.  It is the oppression of the spirit that is the violence.  Jamaica is no different than many other countries.

“Does the Rastafarian movement still have momentum in Jamaica?”

It is difficult for the people of Jamaica to become spiritual in this way (he shows me opening heart and mind chakras) when you are experiencing the cultural violence of poverty.  The Rastafarian way is gaining momentum in Amsterdam (laughs!) Australia, North America.  Some other parts of the world.  It is very small, and many people misinterpret the intent.

Well, Bob, how can we wrap up this entry?

How about with my song?  (I googled “Bob Marley Songs” and this one came up)

Buffalo soldier, dreadlock rasta
There was a buffalo soldier in the heart of America
Stolen from Africa, brought to America
Fighting on arrival, fighting for survival

I mean it when I analyze the stench
To me it makes a lot of sense
How the dreadlock rasta was the buffalo soldier
And he was taken from Africa, brought to America
Fighting on arrival, fighting for survival

Said he was a buffalo soldier, dreadlock rasta
Buffalo soldier in the heart of America

If you know your history
Then you would know where you’re coming from
Then you wouldn’t have to ask me
Who the ‘eck do I think I am

I’m just a buffalo soldier in the heart of America
Stolen from Africa, brought to America
Said he was fighting on arrival, fighting for survival
Said he was a buffalo soldier, win the war for America

Dreadie, woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy

Buffalo soldier troddin’ through the land, wo-ho-ooh
Said he wanna ran and then you wanna hand
Troddin’ through the land, yea-hea, yea-ea

Said he was a buffalo soldier, win the war for America
Buffalo soldier, dreadlock rasta
Fighting on arrival, fighting for survival
Driven from the mainland to the heart of the Caribbean

Singing, woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy

Troddin’ through San Juan in the arms of America
Troddin’ through Jamaica, a buffalo soldier
Fighting on arrival, fighting for survival
Buffalo soldier, dreadlock rasta

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3 thoughts on “Bob Marley ~ Violence, and Ted Bundy

  1. Oh, I love that song! Yeah, they’re coming back to me now.
    This one popped into my head this morning, answering that vague lingering question I had: “What’s that song of his that I love, that I can’t remember the name of or the tune?”

    http://www.lyricsfreak.com/b/bob+marley/redemption+song_20021829.html

    Made me cry. :/

    He showed up last night as I was falling asleep to follow up with the earlier conversation about bridging differences by smoking weed to facilitate understanding. He took one of my hands in both of his and encouraged me to “reach out to my community”. Showing me Humanity.

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    • Awwww, Sweetie!

      Wow. Marley is such a treasure. What an amazing song. We need to get some Marley music for the car, I’m reading this like poetry – I don’t think I’ve heard the redemption song. As I read the lyrics, and see how it plays into things now, I’m thinking, “Yeah, Bob Marley was as psychic as John Lennon.”

      Bob laughs and says in my ear, “Yes, John and I have long been friends!” Of course you have 🙂 I just don’t think I can get a bigger smile on my face right now.

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    • clarification for readers: “Humanity” is the community space which artists, musicians and this humble psychic haunt. I do readings and teach classes out of Humanity. Sweetie’s been thinking about getting involved in the activities there, and has already been participating in the teaching.

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